"Are you sure Viracocha would want to meet me?" I asked skeptically, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.
From what Agnos and Jiuge had explained earlier, Viracocha, the Inca creator god, wasn't exactly the type to roll out the welcome mat for a mortal like me.
He was one of the big shots on The Council, responsible for Mythica's urban planning, magical architecture, and the cosmic feng shui that kept everything running smoothly.
Not to mention, he was the mastermind behind the Eternal Prison—a place I sincerely hoped I'd never find myself in.
I didn't know exactly what it looked like, but with a name like Eternal Prison, it had to be the kind of place that gave even gods nightmares.
"Yes," Jiuge replied curtly, not even looking up from the rows of cabinets she was rifling through.